Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 651

Chapter 651.

The confident smile on Orion’s face shattered. He watched, eyes narrowed, as I didn’t just stand my ground but leaned further, more intimately, into Grayson. Her wolf, the white creature of the Silvermoon lineage, pressed against the surface of my soul, feeling the grounding heat of my fated mate. It was the first time I’d ever seen that perfect rogue facade break.

This wasn’t how his meticulously planned script was supposed to play out within the Silvermoon Pack’s territory.

Orion’s gaze locked onto Grayson, burning with an intensity that made his entire body coil, every muscle taut, like a predator ready to pounce and shift in a spray of blood and fur.

Grayson met Orion’s stare with a low, rumbling scoff that vibrated through his Alpha chest, his arm tightening possessively around my waist, pulling me even further into his solid embrace. His scent–heavy cedar and ancient rain–suffocated Orion’s aggressive pheromones.

My voice was frigid. “You’re really using my mother to threaten me?” I stared him down, my own Alpha authority flaring. “If she were still alive, if she truly loved me, she would never want to see me put myself in danger for information that isn’t even guaranteed!”

Even though I’d never met my mother, I knew her spirit. I knew she was a gentle she–wolf of the lineage, because how else would my older brothers, in their own way, have learned to be so kind and gentle with me when we were small pups in the den?

Orion faltered, caught off guard. He swallowed, a flush creeping up his neck as his inner wolf whimpered, awkwardly stammering, “I just…” But I cut him off directly, baring my teeth in a sharp, lupine warning.

“So, no matter if what you’re saying is true or false, I won’t go with you. I won’t risk my own life for an unknown possibility. And I certainly won’t let the people around me worry about me.”

I finished speaking, then glanced at Grayson beside me.

He was looking down at me too, his dark, golden–flecked eyes brimming with a tenderness and indulgence that could drown a person.

Orion watched us, practically glued together by the power of our Blood Bend, and scoffed.

“You really don’t care about Aunt Grant’s information anymore?”

A sudden, brilliant smile touched my lips, one as sharp as a silver claw.“I’d rather see the truth for myself than rely on uncertain answers!”

I moved!

My movements were lightning–fast, fueled by Alpha adrenaline!

One second I was nestled in Grayson’s arms, the next I’d broken free, a dark blur hurtling toward Orion!

A cold glint flashed in my hand!

It was a ritual syringe, fine as a hair, hidden between my fingers, filled with a spirit–dampening essence!

But Orion was a highly trained rogue professional, his instincts honed on the razor’s edge of life and death. They snapped him back to full

awareness in an instant.

A surge of raw danger, I could tell, made his instinctively recoil, throwing his head and shoulders back in a desperate attempt to evade the deadly blow.

But my speed was even faster than he could have anticipated. My wolf lunged with me, guiding my hand.

“Thwip-

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It was a whisper of a sound, barely audible against the stone walls.

The cold sting of the needle found its mark, piercing the skin of his neck with ruthless precision, right near his scent gland.

Orion’s body went rigid, a sudden, violent spasm shaking his frame as the essence flooded his spirit–core.

His eyes widened, fixing on mine, a stark mask of disbelief spreading across his face.

A flicker of shocked comprehension crossed his features, the sudden, crushing realization that he’d been outmaneuvered by the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack stark in his eyes.

His muscles coiled, a desperate, instinctive urge to flee warring with the sudden, disorienting paralysis of his wolf.

He didn’t attack me. Instead, he spun around, kicking the heavy alloy table next to him with all his primal might.

CRASH!

The sheer power of his kick sent the heavy alloy table flying across the room like a missile, whistling through the air before it slammed into the

stone wall.

Before I could even process what was happening, the silver–spike launchers jutting from the walls swiveled, locking onto the flying projectile.

Then, a deafening rat–a–tat–tat ripped through the air-!

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Torrential streams of silver–tipped fire erupted from the barrels, tearing into the alloy table, riddling it with holes until it looked like a sieve in

seconds.

In that split second of chaotic pandemonium, Orion moved.

He didn’t attempt to ram through the heavily reinforced alloy door, already sealed tight by the Pack Council’s seals.

He didn’t stay down. Like a nimble forest ape, he sprang onto the mangled remnants of the table, using its damaged surface to launch himself upwards. His body shot higher, his hand grasping for a ventilation grate on the ceiling.

SNAP!

I watched as his arm muscles bulged, and with sheer, raw force, he ripped the steel grate right off the ceiling!

The whole sequence happened in a blur, one fluid, breathtaking motion of a wolf in flight.

The Pack Enforcers reacted instantly, swinging their launchers to track him.

But it was too late!

His figure had already vanished into the gaping darkness of the ventilation duct.

“After him!”

At the captain’s command, someone immediately rushed toward the wall, desperate to find an entrance to the ventilation shaft to track his

scent.

The room quickly settled into an unsettling quiet.

Only a chaotic mess of silver and stone remained in its wake.

I gazed at the violently ripped–open vent, my expression unreadable.

“He’s got some real skill,”

I murmured, my voice devoid of any real emotion.

To find the only way out, to breach the intricate, inescapable net Grayson had cast, and successfully break free-

Orion was certainly more formidable than he let on.

Grayson pulled me back into his arms, his large hand gently stroking my back, a comforting presence that stilled my racing heart.

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his pheromones calming my agitated wolf.

“Relax,”

Grayson’s deep, magnetic voice rumbled above my head.

“He won’t escape.”

A chilling curve twisted the corner of Grayson’s lips.

“I trust my formidable Luna’s tracking essences,” he continued. “He’s been tagged. No matter where he runs, to the ends of the earth, he’s under our surveillance through the spirit–web.”

I glanced around, making sure no one was paying us any mind, before playfully rolling my eyes at him.

It was only then that I managed a soft hum of agreement.

The immediate crisis was over, for now, but something else suddenly hit me–the scent of my recovering kin.

I tugged on Grayson’s sleeve.

“Let’s go check on him, your brother.”

“Okay.”

Grayson took my hand, turning to lead us out of that rundown, temporary interrogation room.

Grayson led me, unimpeded, directly to the door of the patient room at the very end of the hall in the Healing Sanctum.

Two Pack Enforcers in black suits stood guard outside. Seeing us, they immediately bowed respectfully, their heads ducked in submission.

“Alpha Grayson, Luna.”

Grayson gave a slight nod, dismissing their formality, then personally pushed open the heavy oak door.

Warm sunlight streamed in through the large floor–to–ceiling window, bathing the entire room in a soft, golden glow that reminded me of the Moon’s grace.

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On the bed, Miles was propped up against the headboard. His face was a little pale, his scent thin, but he looked surprisingly good as Susan spoon–fed him ritual porridge.

Hearing the door open, he looked up.

The moment his gaze landed on Grayson and me, a gentle smile softened his handsome face.

“You’re here.” Miles’s voice was still a little weak, but it carried much more strength now.

“Brother,” I said, hurrying over to him, my eyes scanning him with concern.“How are you feeling? Is anything still bothering you?”

“Much better,” Miles said, smiling as he shook his head.“Don’t I trust your medical rituals? A few more days of rest, and I should be able to check out of the Sanctum.*

I’d checked all of Miles’s vitals and essence–data this morning, and I knew he was genuinely fine, just needed to recuperate his strength.

But I knew he was trying to reassure himself just as much as he was trying to reassure me.

“Still, you can’t be too careless,” I insisted. “You absolutely need to get plenty of rest these next few days of the moon’s cycle.”

“I know,” Miles replied softly. His gaze dropped to Grayson’s hand, clasped tightly in mine, and the smile in his eyes deepened further as he sensed the stability of our Blood Bond.

“What a shame I missed your Blood Bonding ceremony.”

“Don’t worry, Big Brother. We still have the final moon–wedding.”

Miles smiled, nodding at Grayson.“Grayson always has such foresight.”

A blush crept up my cheeks at the mention of our bonding.

Despite a minor hiccup, it had gone pretty smoothly overall.

Especially… last night.

Thinking of everything that happened last night and this morning in the den, a fresh wave of heat washed over my cheeks.

I caught Miles’s eye, and he chuckled, noticing the heat still coloring my face.

I saw a warmth in his eyes, a kind of relief. He knew Grayson would be good to me, but seeing my happiness with his own eyes must have been a different kind of reassurance for his wolf.

Just then.

A soft hum-

A gentle vibration came from the nightstand.

It was Miles’s mind–comms relay.

He picked it up, likely expecting a psychic ping from pack business.

But as he read the message on the screen, the gentle expression on his face faltered, just for a moment.

It was a text message from an unknown relay.

It was unsigned, and the message itself was brief.

Just one sentence.

Big Brother, I’ll come find you later. There’s something I need to discuss with you in person.

Miles’s eyebrow lifted slightly.

Big Brother?

Only two people ever called him ‘Big Brother‘ like that: me, and my brother–in–law.

But a text from an unknown number? That definitely wasn’t me. If I had something to say, I’d tell him face–to–face, or just find him later.

So, it could only be Grayson.

He looked up, his gaze instinctively drifting to Grayson, who was standing right beside me.

Grayson still wore his usual cool, detached Alpha expression, but his eyes were lowered, fixed on me with an intense, gentle focus. Grayson noticed his stare and slowly lifted his head, his pupils reflecting the golden light of the room.

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